Hot, stuffy, suffocating
I can hardly breath
Becoming quite short of breath
And seemingly close to death.
Pull me out of here
And dip me into the sea
Let me nourish my wasted body
Help me rejuvenate my soul.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Constellations;
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- because i was right;
- dishonest practice;
- skinny little girl;
- she wants;
- wake up world, the sun is rising;
- parasitic leech;
- box of treasures;
- beachy escape;
- maybe it's just me;
- a thousand nights;
- the best friend's silence;
- temptation;
- rates of time;
- falling;
- end of the line;
- rejuvenate;
- hard to concentrate;
- little things;
- tears begin to flow;
- regrets;
- i remember;
- pandora's box;
- karma;
- continue forward;
- pull me down;
- sister;
- academia;
- it's steadily getting worse;
- failed promises;
- i am not one to;
- young, uninhibited and free;
- a million things;
- it just keeps on coming;
- no time for rest or sleep;
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♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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